Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.